For a Willful Virgin

Like a child
Frightened of the dark
You clench up
Hatred consumes me
When I look upon you
Cleanse me of your naivety
And kill yourself
You don't give head
Lifeless bag of flesh
Don't force me to tell you
To kill yourself
Fucked you for fun
You were my toy
With every word
Your breath nauseates me
So kill yourself
Frigidity is a plague
So kill yourself
I need a whore to punish